"I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. " ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Saturday, January 19, 2013
small stone: day nineteen
Brilliant red-gold glory. The sun rises, turning the frost into a blanket of glitter. A lone bird flies over, its wings glinting in the breaking dawn.